words and music ©2017 Chris Pendergraft for Offplanet Record co.
They March to the castle.
Got no time for waiting
for the storm to go away
For our liberty is fading
Its slipping all away
Don't lose your sleep
Don't be deceived
It's just a matter of time
before the truth
comes to light.
Politicians push
superstitions
past superstition
they lay out their case
Backroom deals
That trade in our futures
Unseen to many
Our freedoms all fade
But All the while
they march to the castle
To lay to waste
all who will not obey
All of the fortunes
Once starving children
they were forgotten
they were left to waste
All from the backroom
Of an unseen meetings
All of our futures
Are traded away
